His golden eyes drifted off into the darkness. Two golden orbs in his world of darkness. He felt a tail on his shoulder and saw Thistletail. The tom looked back at him and with a sigh managed to heave the silence from the atmosphere. "Redfur, buddy, I-I realise how terrible you must be feeling right now and I know I can't change that but just promise me that if you need something - anything – you can talk to me." A single nod from Redfur signalled acknowledgement to Thistletail and the so the brown tabby wandered away into the dark.
Redfur remained implanted into the ground, occasionally he gave out a sniffle but had somehow managed to keep himself together. His feelings, however, were not as in place as his feelings. How could they take her from him. Petalfall, the love of his life, the star to his sky, the cat he trusted the most.
Gone.
Redfur had already lost his mother, she had died in a devastating fire and his father who he had never known. Thistletail had changed clans, moons ago. He had been drawn by the pursuit of love. Redfur had never believed he could do such a thing, neither had he believed in such a petty miracle such as love. That was until he met Rosepetal. When they first met, she had been a rogue. Redfur still remembered the way the stood unfazed by the rain and lightning that raged on around her, the way she looked danger in its twisted eyes and smirked. He had never felt that way before about anyone.
Gone.
Here he was again. Another friend gone. Thistletail. How he was going to miss him could not be contained by mere words. The death of Thistletail meant another whole had been created in his heart. This time it was different. Thistletail had a legacy. One Redfur would protect. When Redfur saw the bundle of spiky fur that now stood beside him, he knew Thistletail would live on. He would not leave.
Redfur had sometjing to live for.
